Chapter 4

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Sherlock watched his empty flat, his back to his bullet hole filled wall. The dust floated in the air, and the dim sunlight streamed into the flat from the crack in the curtains. John's voice again flashed through his mind and he shook his head, annoyed at the mental disturbance. John and Mary had dropped by earlier, and they already had a wedding date, but there's still the nightmarish wedding plans. Sherlock looked at the huge amount of Sydney Opera houses on the carpet and the stacks of paper on the desk, the bridesmaids are wearing lilac, and everything is going to be perfect that day, nothing is going to be in the way.

He then sat down at his armchair, clasping his hands together. He was confused when John had asked him to be his best man, he had not expected to be someone's best friend, he had always thought that John's best friend was Mike Stamford, but it seems like it's not. In fact, it was him. Sherlock Holmes is the best friend of John Watson, he can't help but smile at the idea, which is nice, if not absurd.

Molly signed as she sifted through the mail, the usual array of bills dampened her mood. She had not seen Sherlock for days, she wondered if she should drop by Baker Street and ask... No. She would not do that. She does not care if Sherlock Holmes had a drug relapse of has difficulties coping with John and Mary's engagement, can he be having a drug relapse? She should check, if he doesn't show up at the morgue tomorrow, she would drop by and see Mrs. Hudson, and just pop upstairs to see Sherlock for a bit, yes, that's what she'll do.

Her stream of thoughts ended suddenly when she saw a beautiful envelope addressed to her from John and Mary,
It must be the wedding invitation! She thought excitedly and opened it carefully, the design was simple with the bride and groom's names in an elegant print.
She felt so happy for them, and now she will definitely see Sherlock at their wedding. Wait, Sherlock has nothing to do with this, she's just glad that they are getting married, it has nothing to do with seeing Sherlock there in a suit and probably top hat.
Will Sherlock be John's best man? How will he cope with that? Molly thought, Sherlock was used to speaking loudly, there's a good chance that he won't be shy, but what is going to happen? There will actually be people listening to him talking, it's not just him ranting on and everyone else ignoring him. A sudden feeling of dread flooded her and she reminded herself to call someone to share her concerns.

The sound of the violin drifted downstairs from the second floor and Mrs. Hudson smiled, Sherlock would usually be shooting the wall by now, it has been a long time before there's been a case, but thankfully John and Mary's wedding is keeping him busy. Mrs. Hudson seriously thought that Sherlock and John were a couple though, she can't believe that John had moved on so soon after Sherlock, no matter how many times John insists that he's not gay, the landlady -not housekeeper- always knows.

Upstairs, Sherlock stopped playing for a while to draw on a note, then continued from the top. He was composing a surprise for John, a waltz for the doctor and his wife. The waltz was simply titled "John and Mary's Waltz" but secretly, he called it "For John," he finished the last note with a flourish, and played back the recording. He cannot help but sway to the rhythm gently, he had taught John how to waltz yesterday with closed curtains but Mrs. Hudson had walked in on them.

"Boys?" Mrs. Hudson called through the door, the sound of Sherlock's violin drifted through the closed door, and she could just imagine the scene inside, Sherlock playing the violin and John trying not to dose off to the soft music while reading the paper. Hearing no reply, Mrs. Hudson opened the door but the sight before her made her gasp. Sherlock and John was standing in the middle of the room, John was in Sherlock's arms, and Sherlock was dipping John,

"And this is where you..." Sherlock trailed off and both the boys looked up to see Mrs. Hudson at the doorway, Sherlock dropped John, who fell to the floor with a thud, and they both straightened up.

"Um... Sherlock was teaching me how to dance." John explained, his face red as a tomato, Sherlock walked to his iPod and stopped the music, and an eerie silence settled in the flat.

"Please, continue." Mrs. Hudson said after setting the tray of tea down on the table with a slight hint of a smile, "We don't want John to drop Mary like that during the dance, do we Sherlock?"

"No, Mrs. Hudson, we do not." Sherlock said, and watched Mrs. Hudson exit the room, closing the door behind her.

"Now, let's swap positions." Sherlock turned to John, who had a little difficulty imagining Sherlock's tall frame as Mary.

Sherlock snapped back, flashbacks were not for an intellectual mind such as his, he could not afford the mental distractions, how can his own mind be making things up? His mind is not built for imagining things, it's built for deductions, he had always scored poorly in creative writing until he gave up and started writing about the life of some random person he met on the street based on what he can deduce from their attire. He is not feeling emotions now that he's completely ignored them for the last 30 years, he is not going to succumb to human emotions. He's made that mistake before, he's not about to make it again. And in his mind palace, he built yet another wall around the pitifully small "emotions" section.

Here is your chapter 4! I'll upload the next chapter as soon as I can.

It's final! This fanfic is going to have seven chapters and an epilogue. Stay tuned!